TWO MONTH LATER….It was a sunny morning in the bustling city of Oakland in Atlanta, and the streets were as busy as ever. People were hurrying to their jobs, students were rushing to their schools, and the city was alive with the sounds of honking cars and chattering crowds.Jones met his gopher in a red sedan car, a ringer already fitted with false plates. “Everything is set," Daniel stated.“Okay… Look behind, that car,” he said, pointing towards a black jeep behind them. “Use it and initiate the next plan.” “Erm…Oh, yeah, the next plan… The next plan, uh…"“Leave… That's the next plan.” He said with all seriousness. “Hey papi... This might not go your way, and I really don't….” He didn't finish before Jones interrupted.“Hey hey… Knock if off, You don't have to worry about anything. Just do as I say. Alright?"“Yeah… Do as you say, not do as you do.” Daniel got out of the car, he wore a black hoodie with a large kangaroo pocket at the front and a tight-fitting headdress creati
Melody hurled herself into his arm. Despite the cuffs on his hands, he was able to anticipate the hug. He felt like airing everything out to her, but the thought of ruining things struck him, and the only thing he could think of that moment was the romantic replays he believed Gaston had with Melody.“Do you still love him… Gaston,” Jones whispered to her. She stalled a little and laggardly loose her firm clasped.“Jones… I know you don't have a violence blood. You're not Gaston, so why are you doing this??,” Jones knew she was trying to evade his question. So he asked again.“Do you still love Gaston?” Despite Jones anticipation, she didn't say a word.“I will take your silence for a yes.”“And.uhm… all of these... ...” He exhaled sharply and continued. “There's nothing you can do about it, but there is a help you can render. Find whoever is trying to bury Gaston”“There is no one trying to bury him, the evidence was real. He killed the attorney general.”“No… The evidence was cooke
They wobbled as they joined other inmates in a single file, taking one more step, but it was the last one they might take as free men. With a trembling sigh, Jones lifted his leg and planted his foot down on the other side of the wall as they were herded by two armed guards. It might just been his imagination, but the sound of the footsteps seemed to resonate around the room as the burly guard made some derogatory remark about the prison. “This is Atlad Penitentiary, A place beneath hell.” It was the same guard that almost killed the spooked prisoner transported with Jones. Indeed, he was acting to what was seen on his face: MURDERThe guard continued blabbing some murderous phrases as he guarded the group through a metal door on one wall.Everyone was still like the waves of an ocean creeping steadily towards the shore, even murderers, thieves, and gangsters were all listening. It was obvious that he was the magnate of the prison. Meanwhile, Jones didn't give much to all he was sa
Jones getting himself into prison wasn't the best option as it seems, but it was almost the best option in saving Gaston. The conundrum controls everything, the powerful security council, the courts and almost all judges secretly worked for the conundrum. And getting to pass a crime will involve a judge, whose judgement had already been compromised.Was it really true that Gaston killed the attorney general? Or he was framed? Whatever the truth may be, Jones was only interested in one thing. Breaking Gaston out.“Fish…" Jones' cellmate said as he sprang his head from the top of the bunk.“I forgot to introduce myself earlier… Kenny's my name.” He said. “Always thought it sound better than Kendrick. You Gene right?”“Yeah… Jones,” He replied, not quite ready to abandon his first name.“Hmm Gene Jones.” Kenny shoved himself from the bunk and landed gracefully on the cell floor.“Your sins caught you? Of course, they did, and everyone's gonna pay for their sins someday.” Kenny said, but
Kenny was still confused about what Jones said. He chuckled and said.“What a joker are you.”“Do this face look like someone joking.” Jones unsmiling face backed that up.“You don't get it. Every inmate in here would love to be close to him. Come on man. Who got the guts if not him.” Kenny said, while putting on a sassy face.“But I'm not everybody.” Jones stated with a serious face.“That man killed the attorney general. Who does that?” Kenny's sassy face started abrading.“That's what they made you believe.” Jones said, but It sounded incredulous since the evidence that got Gaston to a death sentence was what everyone believed in.“That's what it is, Jones. That man is a murderer.” Kenny said.“But that doesn't change the fact that he's my brother.” “I heard you got busted for armed robbery. Same as me, but you see Gag the stone, Is more dangerous because he gat nothing to lose.” Kenny said as Jones walked towards the cell gate with both of his hands in his pockets.“Gag the stone
Melody showed up at the prison to see Jones immediately Gaston was transferred, but she has no idea about the transfer. She might have given up on Gaston as his lawyer, but Jones didn't as a brother and since Melody was also Jones' lawyer, She was being tugged back to everything.But believing the evidence that Gaston killed the attorney general was more like a burden taken away. Despite her regrets if Gaston is been killed.“You know this is wrong.” Melody, who was seated opposite to Jones in the visiting room said. “Jones… This doesn't seem right. Gaston is an anchor, all he does is drag people down with him.” She continued blabbering as if Jones was even going to change his mind and if he did change his mind, that won't bail him out of prison. There was no fast legal method to get it done than Jones' plan.“What if you were sent to a different prison. Huh? What could you have done?” Melody asked with pity written all over her face.“I will be doing the same thing I'm doing here. E
Jones joined Kenny as they walked towards the Chow Hall after the Chow call was made by one of the guards in charge. The Chow Hall was full of tables and benches, most of it were completely filled. And at the extreme of the hall was a deserted canteen crowded with inmates in a single row. Jones took a seat opposite to Kenny as the prisoners slowly made their way into the canteen, where the food was served. The appetite was gone. One could definitely lose appetite with such foods, but they had no option than to eat whatever they were given. Jones doesn't really fancy that idea of losing appetite, but he did, and it was as a result of Gaston's execution date cemented to his brain like an embedded steel rod. He came in here to save him, but it seemed like his enemies were one step ahead. But who are the enemies? What if Jones was wrong about this all? This was the question Melody asked him, and he couldn't provide an answer. Rather, he knocked off that idea of being wrong and was foc
Jones didn't expect his flawless plan to be ruin like that. He did not plan just to fail, and he was never going to rest until he save Gaston. The dysfunctional idea of love for his brother was illogical.“I totally misjudged you, Mr. Jones. I never really thought you were the desperate type.” The Warden said waiting for Officer Alex and the other guard to leave before warning Jones in a stern tone.“We don't tolerate such insolence behavior in here. Do I make myself clear?” He warned.“I really don't know what you're talking about, Warden.” Jones replied, putting on a face of someone who was really ignorant of all that was happening.“Don't play those tricks with me. You are planning an escape and for that, you will spend 80 days in the hole. That's your punishment.” The Warden said as he stood up subsequently and signed off the file. Once such files are signed, they can't be revoke easily. And the Warden was never trying to revoke anything. He was turned down by Jones when he needed